_Queen._ Not so much in a swoon but I have still Strength to reward the messenger of ill news. [_Kills_ NOODLE. _Nood._ Oh! I am slain. _Cle._ My lover's kill'd, I will revenge him so. [_Kills the_ QUEEN. _Hunc._ My mamma kill'd! vile murderess, beware. [_Kills_ CLEORA. _Dood._ This for an old grudge to thy heart. [_Kills_ HUNCAMUNCA. _Must._ And this I drive to thine, O Doodle! for a new one. [_Kills_ DOODLE. _King._ Ha! murderess vile, take that. [_Kills_ MUST. And take thou this.[203] [_Kills himself, and falls._ So when the child, whom nurse from danger guards, Sends Jack for mustard with a pack of cards, Kings, queens, and knaves, throw one another down, Till the whole pack lies scatter'd and o'erthrown; So all our pack upon the floor is cast, And all I boast is--that I fall the last. [_Dies._ FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 65: Corneille recommends some very remarkable day wherein to fix the action of a tragedy. This the best of our tragical writers have understood to mean a day remarkable for the serenity of the sky, or what we generally call a fine summer's day: so that, according to this their exposition, the same months are proper for tragedy which are proper for pastoral. Most of our celebrated English tragedies, as Cato, Mariamne, Tamerlane, &c., begin with their observations on the morning. Lee seems to have come the nearest to this beautiful description of our author's:-- "The morning dawns with an unwonted crimson, The flowers all odorous seem, the garden birds Sing louder, and the laughing sun ascends The gaudy earth with an unusual brightness: All nature smiles."--"Cæs. Borg." Massinissa, in the new Sophonisba, is also a favourite of the sun:-- "The sun too seems As conscious of my joy, with broader eye To look abroad the world, and all things smile Like Sophonisba." Memnon, in the Persian Princess, makes the sun decline rising, that he may not peep on objects which would profane his brightness:-- "The morning rises slow, And all those ruddy streaks that used to paint The day's approach are lost in clouds, as if The horrors of the night had sent 'em back, To warn the sun he should not leave the sea, To peep," &c. ] [Footnote 66: This line is highly conformable to the beautiful simplicity of the ancients. It hath been copied by almost every modern:-- "Not to be is not to be in woe."--"State of Innocence." "Love is not sin but where 'tis sinful love."--"Don Sebastian." "Nature is nature, Lælius."--"Sophonisba." "Men are but men, we did not make ourselves."--"Revenge." ]